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Pencil art drawing of D'mer by Beth Bisson.
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Title -- Love and Loyalty PART VII
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

PART I PART II
PART III Part IV
Part V Part VI


There was a clumsy scramble for clothes and dignity to meet Jorvana’s 15 minute deadline. A part of Kovar wanted to bark at her and send her on her way without her prize Major in tow, but he didn’t want to offend the Avatar or risk losing favor, even though the Avatar was slow to vex, and quick to forgive. There was no time for a shower with water, with blood in his hair, the smell of sweat and bile, and his desperate need to feel the warm, relaxing torrent over his skin. He had to settle for a few passes of the cleanwave, which did not satisfy.

Rorvian was not his valet, but acted as one this evening. Kovar hadn’t assigned anyone to serve him in his private apartments since coming to the Avatar’s household, and had been as solitary and celibate as an acolyte since Saveris’s death. He’d brought no servants with him, as the Avatar could not afford them and he would be insulted if Kovar paid for them himself, even though Kovar was considerably wealthier than the Avatar.

Even in his haste, Kovar carefully and reverently folded his soiled uniform. He removed the wide silver sash he wore, the symbol of his mourning, and set it aside. It was the only outward display of grief Kovar made after Saveris’s funeral. The sash had come through his struggle with Trevian unsoiled.

Rorvian presented Kovar with a clean formal uniform from the Major’s closet. There had only been time to make two of the expensive garments since Kovar had come to serve the Avatar, so his dress options were limited. He could have had Saveris’s uniforms altered to suit him, but Kovar had insisted on sending them to eternity in the company of his dead lover on the funeral pyre. They took months to make, as only an acolyte of the Avatar’s house was permitted to create them by hand. Kovar found the ritual and expense involved absurd, but then, he had insisted on destroying an article of clothing so rare and meticulously crafted it qualified as an art object. After that, he supposed, he had no right to meddle in the traditions of the Avatar’s house.

Kovar frowned at the silver and white garment Rorvian held out to him. “No,” he said. “Something less formal.”

Rorvian looked confused. “For a private dinner with the Avatar?”

Kovar had dined with the Avatar in the company of others, but never privately. And never since he’d come to serve Seren. Seren, though genuinely fond of Kovar, had been unable to get past a childlike awe of men from Teramis, with their size and severity and cool discipline. Saveris had been the exception: his easy charm, kind manner, and extraordinary patience had won Seren’s trust and his heart. And while Seren trusted Kovar completely, he could never quite get over the feeling he was being judged whenever the Major looked at him.

Everyone felt this about Kovar, but Seren was too young and insecure not to take it personally.

“No, no, something I’d wear to a night with friends. Loose trousers, a shirt. Didn’t I bring anything from home?

Rorvian was at a loss. Kovar had never worn anything but the uniforms of the Avatar’s house since coming here, so he had no idea what Kovar might have in his closets. While the Major moved the wand of the cleanwave over his naked body and grabbed for fresh smallclothes, Rorvian discreetly turned away to give Kovar privacy, and made a dash to the closet again. A servant would be used to this kind of intimacy with a superior, but Rorvian was not, and his cheeks flushed at the sight of the former prince in his impressive glory.


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A very big chapter!

Title -- Love and Loyalty PART VI
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

PART I PART II
PART III PART IV Part V


Trevian was a handsome man. Most of the Shields of the Avatar’s guard were. Their abilities notwithstanding, it didn’t hurt that they looked good in uniform, with their intimidating presence and size, moving as a unit whenever the Avatar left his House, their minds locked around him and their bodies as impenetrable as a wall.


They were bigger than most of the Ovanan upper class, considerably taller, as well as broader and more muscular. Ovanans, taller than most sentient beings, tended toward slightly shorter stature than the average for their people the greater their psionic powers were. The huge amounts of energy they used while learning to wield their powers as children stunted growth in formative years.

Children chosen from the creche for House Teramis were selected for their physical attributes as well as their power. Shields were favored above all, their primary ability being to thwart psionic invasion. Shields learned early how to blank their minds. They were surrounded by mature Shields during this training to protect the young acolytes from outside influence and mental corruption. This also gave them the advantage of physical development most Ovanan lacked. And that most preferred not to have.

Shields were the most valuable assets of Teramis. Few were sold outright. Most were leased earning large sums for the House through tithes on their earnings. Rarely did a Shield fail in their duty to the masters, as the virtue of loyalty was instilled in them from childhood.

The delicate physical form fashionable on most of Ovanan was not favored by Teramis. Some Ovanan even tried to make themselves shorter, or to breed children in the Creche to mimic the reduced stature of nobles. Androgyny made them more attractive assets. The affectation sometimes inspired a great deal of scorn. A noble was easily recognized by a powerful aura, which few non-noble Ovanan had, and no matter how dainty the height, the lack of aura was a giveaway that true power was lacking.

Trevian had an aura, but it was not particularly impressive. It was glowing a sickly blue at the moment, and did nothing for his complexion. He was pale, as many Ovanan were, and he had a thick mass of rich, wavy unbound brown hair to his shoulders, a nod to his vanity, as most soldiers kept their hair in a tidy queue when on duty. He had very large dark grey eyes, and generous lashes. His mouth was wide and full and red. The last time Kovar had seen that mouth it had been affixed to the crack in the Avatar’s slender bottom. Or, more precisely, to the bottom of a man who knew what the Avatar looked like enough to imitate him except for an accurate depiction of a few square inches of his private parts.

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Title -- Love and Loyalty PART V
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

PART I PART II
PART III PART IV




Seren wasn’t quite certain if Kovar meant what he had just said, and didn’t care to challenge him on it. He looked nervously from Rorvian to the Major, waiting for one of them to make the next move.

Rorvian looked at the Avatar kindly. “Would you care for another drink, Divinity?”

“Yes, thank you,” said Seren, quietly. Kovar didn’t quite approve of how much Seren drank. The Avatar sometimes lost control, meaning that Kovar, the strongest Shield on Ovanan, had to spend an inordinate amount of time trailing about after him to make sure that all-powerful mind didn’t leak something either terribly personal, or terribly important. He looked on as Seren accepted another full flask, and put it to his lips, drinking deeply.

Seren caught Kovar’s hint of disapproval at how quickly and deeply he quaffed the wine. He choked a little as he tried to stop in mid gulp, looking guiltily aside at Kovar’s stern face.

He glanced at Rorvian then, delicately licking his lips as he sloshed the flask a bit for emphasis and said, “I think I’ve had enough.”

Rorvian smiled, and took the flask. “Perhaps some water?”

Seren nodded, trying to reflect the sincerity of Rorvian’s smile with one of his own, but only managed a wan imitation. The Avatar looked pale, bruised under the eyes, stress showing through his translucent skin.

Kovar looked on approvingly as Rorvian returned from the bar with a tumbler of iced water, which Seren sipped dutifully and without enthusiasm. He dabbed his forehead with his hand, cold from the tumbler and Rorvian rushed forward to serve again, bringing a cold cloth for the Avatar’s temple and neck. These the Avatar accepted gratefully, and returned to sit on the couch with a weary sigh.

“Well,” said the Avatar in his soft voice. “Assuming you are not actually going to eat his heart and…you know…defecate it…what are you going to do about this person?”

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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] queenynci at The Long Time Enemies Declare War Is Over
The Bonding of Great Boulder and D’Mer

D’Mer sat quietly, his feet hanging over the lip of the entrance to House Temaris’ sky bike shelter, listening to the gentle hum of Lady Kah’s sky cycle powering down.

He couldn’t have left it in that small tunnel, bikes can still be stolen or….errr… liberated. So he had mounted it and rode it back; no one challenged him. Security must be getting sloppy – he'd mention that to Mr High-and-Mighty when he saw him next. Oh yes, and he’d tell `her ladyship’ about his concern for her cycle.

It was quiet up here, and relaxing to look down at the windows into other apartments – other lives – below.

Then…. he heard the rustle…. as he turned his head slowly, slowly, he say Great Boulder’s head appear from behind Kovar’s bike. Uh OH! She must have been asleep somewhere and now his biggest nemesis had spotted him, and she was growling.

“Crystal! GB – IT’S ME! DON’T BITE! HOW WOULD IT GET EXPLAINED TO THE HORNY SELWIT-FRIENDS OF YOURS!?!”

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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] queenynci at I want to ride my sky cycle, I want to ride my bike
The Riders Are The Storm


Ksh walked in to her home to see one of the things she most enjoyed seeing, Kovar in thigh high boots, skin-tight velvet leggings, no shirt, a protective jacket and wearing a helmet.

Then she heard one of the things she most enjoyed hearing,

"Want to play?"
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] queenynci at I Promised you Selwits (with an added dash of Kovar, D'Mer and Ksh)
Revenge of the Selwits


All quiet in House Teramis, except for the sound of clicking keys and crystal tinkling.

“Best Beloved, may I move my knees please?”

“Surely.”

Ksh sat upright, taking the weight of her head from Kovar’s lap. He had stopped typing, but the invoices were still displayed on the screen in front of them.
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